It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)


9. Getting Ready For The Date.

"What do you mean, 'we'?" Molly asked.

"Zayn and Louis and me and you. We're going to the movies at 12." I say to her, she smiles and widens her eyes.

"That gives us some time to get ready, so let's go!" She got up and ran upstairs, me following her. We ran into my room, and flung the closet open.

"Okay, you get some clothes out, and I need to take a shower." I say to Molly, her nodding. I run to the bathroom and get in the shower. At first, the water is ice, then it's fire, then it's cooler. I wash my hair and everything else, and dry off. I dry my hair off with the towel, and then tie the towel around me. Then I rush back to my room, and see Molly had layed some clothes out on the bed. The outfit she had out was gorgeous. I walked over to the bed where she had layed out: A birght yellow flowy layered tank-top with pink flowers, pink skinny jeans and some white wedge heels. It looks better than it sounded. There was also a beanie, and an owl necklace to tie the look together. I grabbed the clothes, and threw them on in the bathroom. I blowdried my hair, and curled it, it looked great, with the messy curls coming out from under the beanie. I placed the owl necklace gently around my neck, and grabbed my makeup bag. I put on some mascara, and some lipstick, a light orange peach colour. I then closed the makeup bag up, and walked downstairs. My outfit was complete.

Molly was waiting downstairs, on the computer. She was checking her Twitter. Updating people on her, and her life. She had gained more followers as soon as people realised she was my bff. I smiled at her when she looked over to me and widened her eyes.

"Louis is going to love this!" She said excitedly. "I did good, right?"

"Yes! I love it! You picked the perfect outfit!" I smiled. I walked the rest of the way downstairs, where I finally could see her whole outfit. She got out of the chair, noticing me trying to see her outfit, and did a little twirl-around. She had chosen some light green skinny-jeans, a light brown shirt with a fox on it, and a slightly darker jacket. I liked the look, it was retro. Totally amazing. Zayn would love it. She pulled the look together with some blue, green and brown braclelets, some wedge heels, and some makeup. Nothing more than I'd put on, but just enough. We both looked really good today! Then I looked at her hair, she'd placed it up, and curled the ponytail again, leaving some light bangs down. It looked good. Her brown hair always looked it's best up in a pony tail. It was 11:45, and almost time to go. She logged off her Twitter and shut the computer down. We grabbed our purses and waited for Zayn and Louis to come. While we waited, we made some toast and had a piece each. We then sat down and watched some T.V. at around 11:50, there was nothing on. We were so nervous that this wouldnt go well, and we turned the T.V. off and talked over what we would say and do. We were nervous when it hit 12:00 because we knew they'd be here soon. We waited until it was 12:04 before we heard someone in our driveway. We waited, pretending we didnt hear, and then there was a knock at the door. We both smiled.

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